#OTR50 Day 95: Old Lady Puppy

She knows our rhythms and we know hers | She knows how to nest with us and our home every which way |Laying out across the long sofa, she spoons herself against a chest | Lounging with a laptop, she presses her side against our legs […]

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#OTR50 Day 93: Parisian Graffiti

Would I be a silent and secret artist | Building up the courage courage courage | Waiting to be inspired by an unexpected canvas | Spontaneously stopping in my tracks to paint […]

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#OTR50 Day 91: Rolling in the Mud

I want to live my life with the kind of simple happiness and spontaneity that Luna has rolling in the cool mud on a hot sunny day. […]

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#OTR50 Day 90: Montréal Margarita

The sweet liquid gold in sparkling crystal | Allows me to imagine | I am somewhere else in time and space | You are with me and this […]

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